Saint Patrick's Day Celebration!
Notes: Because it’s Saint Patty’s Day and I wanna have some fun. So, I’m going to write as many drabbles or whatever that I can for this glorious day. Haha. Well, they’ll all fail, so who cares.
More Notes: They turned out alright, but please remember NOTHING HAS BEEN EDITTED. Thanks again. And I hope you enjoy 'em. (:
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Title: Where’s the Green?
Info: Kill Me, Kiss Me’s JinLee/YeongJoon, PG, 456words
Summary: Jin, like the kind boyfriend he is, tells Yeong what happens to boys that don’t wear green on St. Patrick’s Day.
Jin bounced into his bedroom, a wide grin spread across his lips. He paused the second he noticed he wasn’t the only occupant. A bored Yeong was lying on his bed, eyes blankly staring at the ceiling. With a wicked grin, Jin tiptoed to the bed and pounced.
“Yeong-honey!” His voice was sugar-sweet and his full row of white, gleaming teeth met the frightened freshman’s gaze. “What’re you doing here?” His question sounded more like something he felt obliged to say than something he was actually curious about.
Just as Yeong was about to reply, Jin noticed his bleak outfit - black cargo pants with a boring white and blue shirt. His nose scrunched in disgust. Then, as Yeong started to say “My parents-,” Jin screeched, “Where’s your green?!”
Yeong blinked dumbly. “What?”
“It’s Saint Patrick’s Day! You’re supposed to wear green.” Jin rolled his eyes, staring at Yeong like he was the epitome of ignorance.
“But you’re not wearing green.” Yeong wiggled a little as Jin straddled his hips.
“Of course I am.” He pulled down his pants and proudly showed his deep, emerald green boxers. “See, green. But I don’t see any on you.” His fingers grazed the hard chest below him, running below the shirt in the pretense of looking for an undershirt. Jin let his hands massage their way up to Yeong’s collarbone before moving downwards toward his pants.
“Jin, wait-“
Jin cut him off. “You know what happens if you don’t wear green on Saint Patrick’s Day?” Jin practically purred as he leaned over Yeong to press his lips to a bright red ear. “Do you know I’ll do to you if you’re not wearing green?” His long fingers teased the skin just above Yeong’s waistband before deftly undoing the button and dragging down the zipper.
Sensually pulling away from the close contact, Jin moved to an upright position to peer at the now-visible boxers. “Oh, look here, no green whatsoever.”
Yeong gulped audibly, face heated and palms sweating. He waited for whatever “punishment” he was to be given as Jin smiled beatifically at him. When nothing happened for what seemed like an eternity, Yeong licked his lips and tried to talk. “So, uh, so what happens when you don’t wear, uh, green on Saint Patrick’s Day?”
Jin nibbled on his lower lips, and Yeong’s eyes were automatically drawn to it. “Well,” Jin started, voice husky. His hand trailed over Yeong’s chest before he harshly grabbed the boy’s clothed nipple and pulled roughly. “You get pinched, of course!”
He laughed hysterically before jumping off his beau and running out of the room. Yeong yelped and glared. “What the fuck, Jin?!” He was quick to follow the trickster into the hallway.
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Title: Short Attention Span, Much?
Info: Girl Got Game’s Kyo/Eniwa, G, 527words
Summary: Kyo has decided to make Eniwa listen to her demands. An armful of Irish knickknacks should definitely help her cause, too!
Eniwa was a prick. A great big, stupid prick that didn’t know how to appropriately care for a woman. Valentine’s Day had passed with a grand total of one five-second hug, two meaningful glances, and an annoyed snarl at being forced to eat the worst home-baked chocolate ever produced.
Now, Aizawa could be very understanding at times, and she could take quite a lot of abuse from her boyfriend’s ignorance of relationships, but she was reaching her breaking point. Was it so hard to maintain a little bit of free time so that they could at least see each other? The whole relationship, up until this point, had mainly involved her tracking him down before school, during lunch, during practice, and after practice. Never did he track her down. And he still felt the need to look appalled and annoyed every time she sought him out.
So, because Valentine’s Day had been a bust and White’s Day had passed with no reciprocation whatsoever, she decided Saint Patrick’s Day was her last chance. With her roommate’s inane handiness at finding weird stuff, she somehow salvaged a Leprechaun outfit before it was rightly burned.
Holding a bunch of random and useless Irish knickknacks, she traipsed the halls in her new stunning costume. Once she found the object of her search, she threw a metal horse shoe at him to gain his attention. With a loud growl, he whipped around, prepared to start screaming.
Instead, he gave a shocked look before he looked at her with his normal are-you-an-idiot expression. “What the heck are you wearing?”
“I figured I needed all the luck I could get to make you freaking talk to me, so…” She trailed off, motioning as best she could to her current attire. He balked.
The few teammates around them looked at her like she was insane. But, really, she was used to it. She had already accepted that they would never deem her a normal girl.
“Ugh, what do you want, Kyo?” He stared hard at her, not realizing his folly.
She froze in her place at hearing him say her first name. It seemed so natural as it rolled off his tongue - nothing like the forced voice he used for her alarm clock. If she was keeping track, which she absolutely was, this was only the fifth time he had called her by her first time (the alarm clock only counted for one).
She giggled shyly, a faint blush rising to her cheeks as she twirled side to side where she stood. She waved her hand at him, not even noticing the multiple items that fell to the ground. “Nevermind. You have a Happy Saint Patty’s Day!”
Aizawa started skipping down the hall in the opposite direction, leaving a trail of stuff as she flailed her arms happily. Eniwa stared incredulously at her retreating form.
“Weird girl,” one of his teammates noted. He could only nod. Idly, he bent down to pick up a beaded necklace of four-leaf clovers she had dropped. He snorted to himself before shoving the thing in his pocket and returning to the conversation, effectively forgetting that he’d even seen Kyo.
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Title: The Death of Lucky
Info: Naruto’s Shikamaru/Neji, G, 1239words
Summary: Shikamaru, for once in his life, returns a thoughtful gesture with a kind gesture of his own. And then it doesn’t really matter, and Neji has to man-up.
Shikamaru stretched lazily, popping his back forcefully. He yawned hard enough to crack his jaw before sitting up and rubbing at bleary eyes. He stared blankly at the wall in front of him. It took him a moment to realize where he was. Neji’s living room wasn’t all that familiar to him, just yet.
He sighed heavily, remembering he had come over for dinner. Neji had recently taken up cooking as he no longer lived in the Manor, and all of their friends had been commenting at how good he’d gotten. Shikamaru, who was the only one he hadn’t tried cuisine a la Neji, decided a free meal was in order. Well, actually, Neji had invited him over to try it, but he had decided to omit that part.
(Secretly, though, he was a little curious as to why he was the last one to try Neji’s food? Weren’t they pretty close? At least, wasn’t he closer to Neji than stupid Kiba?)
Heaving another sigh, Shikamaru glanced toward the clock and noted the time. Really, it was ten o’clock in the morning and Neji wasn’t up and about? Actually, Shikamaru reasoned with himself, Neji was probably out training.
As he finally stood up and moved to the kitchen, a lone note addressed to him on the countertop affirmed his assumption. Plainly it read that Shikamaru could help himself to breakfast granted he cleaned up after himself, and then he could kindly get out.
After rummaging through the cupboards, Shikamaru deemed making breakfast much too difficult for his barely-awake mind. So, his next genius idea was to go out and buy some quick-and-easy breakfast and take it back to Neji’s. Without bothering to even think it through, he left the flat and walked toward the market.
His feet quickly lead him to the cooking-challenged section, where he eyed up the multiple breakfast cereals. Just as he reached for the cheapest one, a group of giggle girls walk behind him and swiftly pinched his behind. He whipped around, staring at them questioningly.
“It’s Saint Patrick’s Day,” one of them offered by means of an explanation. Slowly, realization dawned on him and he groaned. Glancing again at the shelf, he noticed a greener than green box with some Irish fellow on it and smirked. He bought it before he could change his mind and started walking back to Neji’s.
Once there, he changed into something more appropriate for the day. Then, he prepared a bowl of marshmallow goodness and sat down to devour it. Within minutes, he had finished and was up for seconds. He cleaned out his bowl before pouring in more cereal. Just as he pulled open the refrigerator door, the front door creaked open. Lazily, he looked over his shoulder as he poured the milk.
“Oh, Neji,” he said conversationally. Neji nodded his head, raising an eyebrow at Shikamaru’s state of dress. Shikamaru looked at himself and remembered he had put on one of Neji’s shirts. “Oh, sorry about it, hope you don’t mind, but I didn’t have anything green with me. Actually, I’m a bit surprised you did.”
Neji clenched his fist and looked away, trying to curb his anger. When he looked back, he glared at Shikamaru. “I will forgive you this one and only time. However, I must ask that you refrain from going into my personal quarters without my consent.”
Shikamaru shrugged. “Well, here, as an apology and thanks for last night’s dinner, you can have some Lucky Charms. They’re ‘magically delicious.’” He smirked.
Neji gaped openly before snorting. “You think some magic cereal is going to appease me?” However, he moved toward the table and watched wordlessly as Shikamaru stood again to prepare a second bowl.
“Well, it’s either that or I pinch you for not wearing green.”
“One, how would that ever get you back into my good graces? And two, when was it a rule to wear green or else suffer the effects of a pinch?” Neji tilted his head curiously. Shikamaru chuckled softly, handing the boy a bowl full of cereal. Neji accepted it with a soft thanks.
“It wouldn’t. Hence my dilemma.” He paused to swallow. “And haven’t you ever heard of Saint Patrick’s Day? You’re supposed to wear green for whatever reason, and if you don’t, you get pinched.” He smiled at Neji’s appalled look. “Actually, when I went to the market to buy this-“ he motioned to the cereal box, “-I had completely forgotten it was St. Patty’s Day. So some girl ended up pinching my ass.”
Neji gulped too quickly and ended up in a coughing fit. He shuddered. “You let a girl pinch your behind purely because of today’s date? Doesn’t that seem a tad strange?”
Shikamaru smirked and leaned back in his chair. “Hey, I can’t help it if I have a pinchable ass.”
“That doesn’t even sound like something to be proud of.” Neji sneered, returning to his cereal.
“Eh,” Shikamaru replied, waving his hand around as though that wasn’t important. “So, is the cereal good enough for His Highness?”
“It was rather good, thank you,” Neji replied politely. He stood and took both of their bowls. He deposited the bowls in the sink and moved to sit at the table again. As he walked around Shikamaru to sit, though, Shikamaru quickly pinched Neji’s ass (though it was very close to the thigh and could be argued that that was actually what he was aiming for). Neji whipped around and hit a laughing Shikamaru upside the head.
“Sorry, sorry,” Shikamaru laughed, “I just couldn’t resist.”
Neji, softened by just how amused the other man was, allowed a small smile. “Well, better you than some random woman at the market.” Neji coughed lightly and decided he’d go for a friendly approach of asking Shikamaru to stay over. “So, since you’re wearing the only green I own, it’s not as though I can leave without the threat of being pinched present.”
Shikamaru eyed him suspiciously before cracking a smile. “Either you’re asking me to stay or to forfeit your shirt. Which is it?”
Neji grumbled, slightly good mood dissipating. “I’m asking you to stay.” As Shikamaru donned a thoughtful look, Neji rushed to say, “Do you really want to pass up a free, delicious lunch?”
“So modest you are, Hyuuga.” Shikamaru smirked and stretched his arms above his head before standing. Neji took this as a rejection to his offer. Shikamaru sidled up to him before answering. “Though, I guess you have a right to be a bit arrogant. Your cooking’s good. I’d be a fool to refuse a free meal from the great Chef Neji.” He chuckled softly to himself.
Neji blushed hotly. “Thank you for your kind words.” (He found that the polite approach to accepting compliments was the quickest way to get the whole conversation over and done with.)
Shikamaru, though, seemed to find either his words or his face hilarious and kept laughing his head off. After a few moments, he idly grabbed a strand of Neji’s hair before brandishing his cigarettes in his other hand.
“I’m just gonna grab a quick smoke in the back,” he explained. Releasing the captive lock, Shikamaru walked toward the back porch. Neji let loose an anxious breath before turning away and moving to the set up the Shougi board. Lunch wasn’t for another couple hours and they had to occupy the time somehow.
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Title: Butter Me Up
Info: Saint Tail’s AsukaJr/Meimi, G, 143words
Summary: Asuka Jr. is surprisingly sweet at times. Or is it a ploy?
There were few times where Asuka Jr. could be very cheesy. When he first confess to Meimi, he had easily let loose lines fit for a young girl’s romance novel. Few days after that, he would do certain things or say certain words that would bleed Swiss or Cheddar and be so sweet a cavity would be immediately suffered.
Still, Meimi found each and every one of these moments adorable and heart-warming. She liked his normal brash and straight-forward behavior, but it was touching to see him be more mushy and romantic on certain days.
And as cute as making her breakfast in bed on Saint Patrick’s Day and leaving a note that says, “I’m the luckiest guy in the world to have you” was, it definitely didn’t make up for the fact that he got her a hair brush for Valentine’s Day.
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Title: Luck for the Luckiest
Info: Prince of Tennis’s Tezuka/Kikumaru, G, 588words
Summary: Eiji discovers a four-leaf clover and tries to decide what to do with it. The choice isn’t really his, though, when he notices a lone Tezuka standing near the clubroom.
Kikumaru yawned and mewed adorably before sitting up and glancing toward the courts. The grassy plain not two hundred yards away was always a comfortable place for him. The grass was fresh and soft and sometimes slightly damp from their constant feeding. The view of the sky when his back met the earth was breathtaking. He could see nothing but sky, sky, sky. And though he wasn’t the type of guy to write sonnets about nature or stories on how it made him feel, he really did like it.
If he dillydallied any longer on the plain, though, he’d be late for practice and he didn’t much care for running laps. Plus, Tezuka was too much of a slave-driver to let him off this once - especially if his excuse was that he was appreciating nature.
Reluctantly, he sat up and moved to stand up when a peculiar blade of grass caught his eye. When he looked closer, he realized it wasn’t a blade of grass but rather a four-leaf clover. Grinning like he had just discovered Narnia, he pulled it from the ground and held it delicately yet securely.
As he ran toward the courts, he wondered what he should do with the plant. Oishi would definitely like it, and Fuji would probably give him a good-for-you smile if he showed him. Inui would spit out data on the likelihood of him finding, and Kaidoh wouldn’t care. Momo’d probably be as childish as he had when he’d found it, and Echizen would care even less than Kaidoh. Kawamura would congratulate him. And Tezuka would…
Pausing in his sprint, Eiji wondered what Tezuka would do. He had known immediately what all the other regulars (plus one) would do, but he couldn’t for the life of him think of Tezuka’s reaction. Would he be like Echizen and not care, or would he give a bland “congrats”?
Resuming his walking, Eiji tried to think of something else. Four-leaf clovers were supposed to be lucky, right? Would it be better to give it to someone that needed some luck than to hold onto it selfishly? But Eiji didn’t know anyone who needed luck at the moment, and he himself didn’t need any.
As he neared the courts, he realized he was rather early and grinned. Then he also recognized Tezuka walking from the club room, already changed. He immediately bounced over to his captain and shoved the weed in his face without a second thought.
“You’re probably the last person that needs luck, but here.” He smiled childishly, his shoe scuffing the ground almost shyly. When Tezuka delicately pinched the stem and accepted the clover, Eiji’s smile morphed into a full-blown grin.
“Thank you, Kikumaru.” Tezuka’s face softened marginally, but Eiji caught it. Immediately after he gave a “you’re welcome,” he jumped to the clubroom to change.
While he was in the middle of changing, more of his teammates entered the clubroom. However, the first thing they noticed - something Eiji hadn’t even realized - was Tezuka gracefully putting one of his larger texts into his backpack.
Oishi was the first to address him, a curious eyebrow raised. “Tezuka, what are you doing?”
Tezuka placed his bag in his locker before looking at Oishi with an impassive face. “I’m preserving my luck.” His gaze flickered to Kikumaru before he nodded to the rest of the team and left the clubroom.
Kikumaru bit on his lip to keep from smiling too broadly and quickly shoved his head in his shirt to hide his growing blush.
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Hope they weren't too bad. (: HAVE A HAPPY SAINT PATRICK'S DAY!
More Notes: They turned out alright, but please remember NOTHING HAS BEEN EDITTED. Thanks again. And I hope you enjoy 'em. (:
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Title: Where’s the Green?
Info: Kill Me, Kiss Me’s JinLee/YeongJoon, PG, 456words
Summary: Jin, like the kind boyfriend he is, tells Yeong what happens to boys that don’t wear green on St. Patrick’s Day.
Jin bounced into his bedroom, a wide grin spread across his lips. He paused the second he noticed he wasn’t the only occupant. A bored Yeong was lying on his bed, eyes blankly staring at the ceiling. With a wicked grin, Jin tiptoed to the bed and pounced.
“Yeong-honey!” His voice was sugar-sweet and his full row of white, gleaming teeth met the frightened freshman’s gaze. “What’re you doing here?” His question sounded more like something he felt obliged to say than something he was actually curious about.
Just as Yeong was about to reply, Jin noticed his bleak outfit - black cargo pants with a boring white and blue shirt. His nose scrunched in disgust. Then, as Yeong started to say “My parents-,” Jin screeched, “Where’s your green?!”
Yeong blinked dumbly. “What?”
“It’s Saint Patrick’s Day! You’re supposed to wear green.” Jin rolled his eyes, staring at Yeong like he was the epitome of ignorance.
“But you’re not wearing green.” Yeong wiggled a little as Jin straddled his hips.
“Of course I am.” He pulled down his pants and proudly showed his deep, emerald green boxers. “See, green. But I don’t see any on you.” His fingers grazed the hard chest below him, running below the shirt in the pretense of looking for an undershirt. Jin let his hands massage their way up to Yeong’s collarbone before moving downwards toward his pants.
“Jin, wait-“
Jin cut him off. “You know what happens if you don’t wear green on Saint Patrick’s Day?” Jin practically purred as he leaned over Yeong to press his lips to a bright red ear. “Do you know I’ll do to you if you’re not wearing green?” His long fingers teased the skin just above Yeong’s waistband before deftly undoing the button and dragging down the zipper.
Sensually pulling away from the close contact, Jin moved to an upright position to peer at the now-visible boxers. “Oh, look here, no green whatsoever.”
Yeong gulped audibly, face heated and palms sweating. He waited for whatever “punishment” he was to be given as Jin smiled beatifically at him. When nothing happened for what seemed like an eternity, Yeong licked his lips and tried to talk. “So, uh, so what happens when you don’t wear, uh, green on Saint Patrick’s Day?”
Jin nibbled on his lower lips, and Yeong’s eyes were automatically drawn to it. “Well,” Jin started, voice husky. His hand trailed over Yeong’s chest before he harshly grabbed the boy’s clothed nipple and pulled roughly. “You get pinched, of course!”
He laughed hysterically before jumping off his beau and running out of the room. Yeong yelped and glared. “What the fuck, Jin?!” He was quick to follow the trickster into the hallway.
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Title: Short Attention Span, Much?
Info: Girl Got Game’s Kyo/Eniwa, G, 527words
Summary: Kyo has decided to make Eniwa listen to her demands. An armful of Irish knickknacks should definitely help her cause, too!
Eniwa was a prick. A great big, stupid prick that didn’t know how to appropriately care for a woman. Valentine’s Day had passed with a grand total of one five-second hug, two meaningful glances, and an annoyed snarl at being forced to eat the worst home-baked chocolate ever produced.
Now, Aizawa could be very understanding at times, and she could take quite a lot of abuse from her boyfriend’s ignorance of relationships, but she was reaching her breaking point. Was it so hard to maintain a little bit of free time so that they could at least see each other? The whole relationship, up until this point, had mainly involved her tracking him down before school, during lunch, during practice, and after practice. Never did he track her down. And he still felt the need to look appalled and annoyed every time she sought him out.
So, because Valentine’s Day had been a bust and White’s Day had passed with no reciprocation whatsoever, she decided Saint Patrick’s Day was her last chance. With her roommate’s inane handiness at finding weird stuff, she somehow salvaged a Leprechaun outfit before it was rightly burned.
Holding a bunch of random and useless Irish knickknacks, she traipsed the halls in her new stunning costume. Once she found the object of her search, she threw a metal horse shoe at him to gain his attention. With a loud growl, he whipped around, prepared to start screaming.
Instead, he gave a shocked look before he looked at her with his normal are-you-an-idiot expression. “What the heck are you wearing?”
“I figured I needed all the luck I could get to make you freaking talk to me, so…” She trailed off, motioning as best she could to her current attire. He balked.
The few teammates around them looked at her like she was insane. But, really, she was used to it. She had already accepted that they would never deem her a normal girl.
“Ugh, what do you want, Kyo?” He stared hard at her, not realizing his folly.
She froze in her place at hearing him say her first name. It seemed so natural as it rolled off his tongue - nothing like the forced voice he used for her alarm clock. If she was keeping track, which she absolutely was, this was only the fifth time he had called her by her first time (the alarm clock only counted for one).
She giggled shyly, a faint blush rising to her cheeks as she twirled side to side where she stood. She waved her hand at him, not even noticing the multiple items that fell to the ground. “Nevermind. You have a Happy Saint Patty’s Day!”
Aizawa started skipping down the hall in the opposite direction, leaving a trail of stuff as she flailed her arms happily. Eniwa stared incredulously at her retreating form.
“Weird girl,” one of his teammates noted. He could only nod. Idly, he bent down to pick up a beaded necklace of four-leaf clovers she had dropped. He snorted to himself before shoving the thing in his pocket and returning to the conversation, effectively forgetting that he’d even seen Kyo.
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Title: The Death of Lucky
Info: Naruto’s Shikamaru/Neji, G, 1239words
Summary: Shikamaru, for once in his life, returns a thoughtful gesture with a kind gesture of his own. And then it doesn’t really matter, and Neji has to man-up.
Shikamaru stretched lazily, popping his back forcefully. He yawned hard enough to crack his jaw before sitting up and rubbing at bleary eyes. He stared blankly at the wall in front of him. It took him a moment to realize where he was. Neji’s living room wasn’t all that familiar to him, just yet.
He sighed heavily, remembering he had come over for dinner. Neji had recently taken up cooking as he no longer lived in the Manor, and all of their friends had been commenting at how good he’d gotten. Shikamaru, who was the only one he hadn’t tried cuisine a la Neji, decided a free meal was in order. Well, actually, Neji had invited him over to try it, but he had decided to omit that part.
(Secretly, though, he was a little curious as to why he was the last one to try Neji’s food? Weren’t they pretty close? At least, wasn’t he closer to Neji than stupid Kiba?)
Heaving another sigh, Shikamaru glanced toward the clock and noted the time. Really, it was ten o’clock in the morning and Neji wasn’t up and about? Actually, Shikamaru reasoned with himself, Neji was probably out training.
As he finally stood up and moved to the kitchen, a lone note addressed to him on the countertop affirmed his assumption. Plainly it read that Shikamaru could help himself to breakfast granted he cleaned up after himself, and then he could kindly get out.
After rummaging through the cupboards, Shikamaru deemed making breakfast much too difficult for his barely-awake mind. So, his next genius idea was to go out and buy some quick-and-easy breakfast and take it back to Neji’s. Without bothering to even think it through, he left the flat and walked toward the market.
His feet quickly lead him to the cooking-challenged section, where he eyed up the multiple breakfast cereals. Just as he reached for the cheapest one, a group of giggle girls walk behind him and swiftly pinched his behind. He whipped around, staring at them questioningly.
“It’s Saint Patrick’s Day,” one of them offered by means of an explanation. Slowly, realization dawned on him and he groaned. Glancing again at the shelf, he noticed a greener than green box with some Irish fellow on it and smirked. He bought it before he could change his mind and started walking back to Neji’s.
Once there, he changed into something more appropriate for the day. Then, he prepared a bowl of marshmallow goodness and sat down to devour it. Within minutes, he had finished and was up for seconds. He cleaned out his bowl before pouring in more cereal. Just as he pulled open the refrigerator door, the front door creaked open. Lazily, he looked over his shoulder as he poured the milk.
“Oh, Neji,” he said conversationally. Neji nodded his head, raising an eyebrow at Shikamaru’s state of dress. Shikamaru looked at himself and remembered he had put on one of Neji’s shirts. “Oh, sorry about it, hope you don’t mind, but I didn’t have anything green with me. Actually, I’m a bit surprised you did.”
Neji clenched his fist and looked away, trying to curb his anger. When he looked back, he glared at Shikamaru. “I will forgive you this one and only time. However, I must ask that you refrain from going into my personal quarters without my consent.”
Shikamaru shrugged. “Well, here, as an apology and thanks for last night’s dinner, you can have some Lucky Charms. They’re ‘magically delicious.’” He smirked.
Neji gaped openly before snorting. “You think some magic cereal is going to appease me?” However, he moved toward the table and watched wordlessly as Shikamaru stood again to prepare a second bowl.
“Well, it’s either that or I pinch you for not wearing green.”
“One, how would that ever get you back into my good graces? And two, when was it a rule to wear green or else suffer the effects of a pinch?” Neji tilted his head curiously. Shikamaru chuckled softly, handing the boy a bowl full of cereal. Neji accepted it with a soft thanks.
“It wouldn’t. Hence my dilemma.” He paused to swallow. “And haven’t you ever heard of Saint Patrick’s Day? You’re supposed to wear green for whatever reason, and if you don’t, you get pinched.” He smiled at Neji’s appalled look. “Actually, when I went to the market to buy this-“ he motioned to the cereal box, “-I had completely forgotten it was St. Patty’s Day. So some girl ended up pinching my ass.”
Neji gulped too quickly and ended up in a coughing fit. He shuddered. “You let a girl pinch your behind purely because of today’s date? Doesn’t that seem a tad strange?”
Shikamaru smirked and leaned back in his chair. “Hey, I can’t help it if I have a pinchable ass.”
“That doesn’t even sound like something to be proud of.” Neji sneered, returning to his cereal.
“Eh,” Shikamaru replied, waving his hand around as though that wasn’t important. “So, is the cereal good enough for His Highness?”
“It was rather good, thank you,” Neji replied politely. He stood and took both of their bowls. He deposited the bowls in the sink and moved to sit at the table again. As he walked around Shikamaru to sit, though, Shikamaru quickly pinched Neji’s ass (though it was very close to the thigh and could be argued that that was actually what he was aiming for). Neji whipped around and hit a laughing Shikamaru upside the head.
“Sorry, sorry,” Shikamaru laughed, “I just couldn’t resist.”
Neji, softened by just how amused the other man was, allowed a small smile. “Well, better you than some random woman at the market.” Neji coughed lightly and decided he’d go for a friendly approach of asking Shikamaru to stay over. “So, since you’re wearing the only green I own, it’s not as though I can leave without the threat of being pinched present.”
Shikamaru eyed him suspiciously before cracking a smile. “Either you’re asking me to stay or to forfeit your shirt. Which is it?”
Neji grumbled, slightly good mood dissipating. “I’m asking you to stay.” As Shikamaru donned a thoughtful look, Neji rushed to say, “Do you really want to pass up a free, delicious lunch?”
“So modest you are, Hyuuga.” Shikamaru smirked and stretched his arms above his head before standing. Neji took this as a rejection to his offer. Shikamaru sidled up to him before answering. “Though, I guess you have a right to be a bit arrogant. Your cooking’s good. I’d be a fool to refuse a free meal from the great Chef Neji.” He chuckled softly to himself.
Neji blushed hotly. “Thank you for your kind words.” (He found that the polite approach to accepting compliments was the quickest way to get the whole conversation over and done with.)
Shikamaru, though, seemed to find either his words or his face hilarious and kept laughing his head off. After a few moments, he idly grabbed a strand of Neji’s hair before brandishing his cigarettes in his other hand.
“I’m just gonna grab a quick smoke in the back,” he explained. Releasing the captive lock, Shikamaru walked toward the back porch. Neji let loose an anxious breath before turning away and moving to the set up the Shougi board. Lunch wasn’t for another couple hours and they had to occupy the time somehow.
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Title: Butter Me Up
Info: Saint Tail’s AsukaJr/Meimi, G, 143words
Summary: Asuka Jr. is surprisingly sweet at times. Or is it a ploy?
There were few times where Asuka Jr. could be very cheesy. When he first confess to Meimi, he had easily let loose lines fit for a young girl’s romance novel. Few days after that, he would do certain things or say certain words that would bleed Swiss or Cheddar and be so sweet a cavity would be immediately suffered.
Still, Meimi found each and every one of these moments adorable and heart-warming. She liked his normal brash and straight-forward behavior, but it was touching to see him be more mushy and romantic on certain days.
And as cute as making her breakfast in bed on Saint Patrick’s Day and leaving a note that says, “I’m the luckiest guy in the world to have you” was, it definitely didn’t make up for the fact that he got her a hair brush for Valentine’s Day.
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Title: Luck for the Luckiest
Info: Prince of Tennis’s Tezuka/Kikumaru, G, 588words
Summary: Eiji discovers a four-leaf clover and tries to decide what to do with it. The choice isn’t really his, though, when he notices a lone Tezuka standing near the clubroom.
Kikumaru yawned and mewed adorably before sitting up and glancing toward the courts. The grassy plain not two hundred yards away was always a comfortable place for him. The grass was fresh and soft and sometimes slightly damp from their constant feeding. The view of the sky when his back met the earth was breathtaking. He could see nothing but sky, sky, sky. And though he wasn’t the type of guy to write sonnets about nature or stories on how it made him feel, he really did like it.
If he dillydallied any longer on the plain, though, he’d be late for practice and he didn’t much care for running laps. Plus, Tezuka was too much of a slave-driver to let him off this once - especially if his excuse was that he was appreciating nature.
Reluctantly, he sat up and moved to stand up when a peculiar blade of grass caught his eye. When he looked closer, he realized it wasn’t a blade of grass but rather a four-leaf clover. Grinning like he had just discovered Narnia, he pulled it from the ground and held it delicately yet securely.
As he ran toward the courts, he wondered what he should do with the plant. Oishi would definitely like it, and Fuji would probably give him a good-for-you smile if he showed him. Inui would spit out data on the likelihood of him finding, and Kaidoh wouldn’t care. Momo’d probably be as childish as he had when he’d found it, and Echizen would care even less than Kaidoh. Kawamura would congratulate him. And Tezuka would…
Pausing in his sprint, Eiji wondered what Tezuka would do. He had known immediately what all the other regulars (plus one) would do, but he couldn’t for the life of him think of Tezuka’s reaction. Would he be like Echizen and not care, or would he give a bland “congrats”?
Resuming his walking, Eiji tried to think of something else. Four-leaf clovers were supposed to be lucky, right? Would it be better to give it to someone that needed some luck than to hold onto it selfishly? But Eiji didn’t know anyone who needed luck at the moment, and he himself didn’t need any.
As he neared the courts, he realized he was rather early and grinned. Then he also recognized Tezuka walking from the club room, already changed. He immediately bounced over to his captain and shoved the weed in his face without a second thought.
“You’re probably the last person that needs luck, but here.” He smiled childishly, his shoe scuffing the ground almost shyly. When Tezuka delicately pinched the stem and accepted the clover, Eiji’s smile morphed into a full-blown grin.
“Thank you, Kikumaru.” Tezuka’s face softened marginally, but Eiji caught it. Immediately after he gave a “you’re welcome,” he jumped to the clubroom to change.
While he was in the middle of changing, more of his teammates entered the clubroom. However, the first thing they noticed - something Eiji hadn’t even realized - was Tezuka gracefully putting one of his larger texts into his backpack.
Oishi was the first to address him, a curious eyebrow raised. “Tezuka, what are you doing?”
Tezuka placed his bag in his locker before looking at Oishi with an impassive face. “I’m preserving my luck.” His gaze flickered to Kikumaru before he nodded to the rest of the team and left the clubroom.
Kikumaru bit on his lip to keep from smiling too broadly and quickly shoved his head in his shirt to hide his growing blush.
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Hope they weren't too bad. (: HAVE A HAPPY SAINT PATRICK'S DAY!